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floorhty · 2 years

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A slotted basin waste is another option for basins that do not feature an overflow.

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Freeflow wastes are often used in commercial bathrooms because they can prevent overflowing basins. They also work well in smaller basins without an overflow plug. It's important to choose the right type for your bathroom. Some people prefer an open-end version. This style is best suited for bathrooms.

Pop-up wastes are another popular option. These wastes use a lever and rod mechanism to open and close. The lever is usually located on the rear of a basin tap, and is typically supplied with it. They are convenient, as they do not require you to unplug your sink to empty it.

Click-clack basin wastes, also known as push button or sprung plug basin wastes, are very easy to install. They do not have a visible chain and are easy to maintain.Custom Brass floor drain Manufacturer They also come in a variety of styles, including contemporary and traditional. Whether you want a modern or traditional look for your washbasin, a click-clack waste will look great in your bathroom.

Freeflow wastes are also available for basins that do not have an overflow. Because they drain water from the basin while it runs, they are an ideal choice for basins that do not have an overflow. However, they are not the best option for sinks that are used for shaving or beauty procedures. However, they are a safe option for public restrooms. They also eliminate the risk of accidentally turning on the tap.

A slotted basin waste is another option for basins that do not feature an overflow. These basin wastes are easy to install and have a timeless appeal. They attach to a stay, making it convenient and simple to install. They also drain water more efficiently than other types of wastes. This option is the preferred choice for most homeowners, as it is more attractive and convenient to install.

Basin wastes are an important component in the bathroom redo process. Choosing the right type will help keep your water running safely and free from the sink's pipes. These wastes are also a great way to add style to your bathroom. The best part is that they come at prices that fit almost any budget.

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hiwehome · 5 years

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model： HW2101F

1 1/4” 8cm pop-up brass,small plug Small cap Size:1 1/4” Surface:Chrome Plated

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derireo · 4 years

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unlucky 4 ↦ sakuya & izumi

sakuya can't help but feel that the number four circled on his makeshift calendar meant something.

a young woman shows up in front of his home and shows him just what that number indicates.

「 read on ao3 」「 1.9k words 」

* sunny is an alias for izumi. first person from sakuya’s pov.

I blink my eyes open at the sound of a wooden cart strolling past my window. There were jars being carried away; I could tell by the clinking and clacking. They jostled at the same rhythm of the horse’s hooves kicking the dust, and if I was able to assume the correct time of day, this cart was supposed to be heading towards the apothecary just down the street.

There were always odd things being sent to that place, but I couldn't question the person who took care of the village here.

I sit up from my bed and wipe away the morning crystals that scratched at the skin around my eyes, body creaking as if I hadn’t moved in days. The small, handcrafted calendar I made for this month sat lonely on the pillow beside me, and I picked it up to check what the date was.

The weak parchment was frail in my fingers as it fluttered, forcing me to be gentle with it. Oddly enough, the paper looked worn-out for something that I had only made just a few days ago.

My pink irises lazily trailed over the first row of crossed out numbers until it reached the fourth. The number four was circled over in red ink multiple times, signalling to me that something important was going to happen. What I found interesting was that I couldn’t seem to remember what the occasion was.

What could be so important on the fourth of April that required me to waste so much ink on some flimsy piece of parchment?

There was no point dwelling on it now. I shake my head to clear the thought and slip the paper into my pocket after gently crossing the circle out. I needed to get ready before anything else if something really was going to happen today.

I trudge outside of my small one room home to step into the busy streets of the village, dust already covering my leather shoes as I shuffle towards the large basin that I left outside the night prior.

It should have collected enough rainwater, but the sun wasn’t kind today and evaporated more than what I had anticipated.

I click my tongue in disappointment and crouch beside the wooden basin, dipping my trembling hands into the bone chilling water to wash my face and freshen my mouth from its sleep odour.

My skin grows numb with each splash of water I give it and the body shivering sensation makes me fail to notice the bouncing figure heading my way.

I blow away the water droplets that threaten to spill in my mouth as I stare into the basin with wide doe eyes, and when I notice someone else staring into the water with me, I startle and stumble back.

A young woman stands before me with large almond shaped eyes, her pupils looking as if they were in the shape of hearts. The golden specks in her irises complimented the soft brown of her eyes and it makes me hold my breath when she moves to crouch beside me, perfectly straight teeth making an appearance once she smiles.

“You don’t have to act so surprised, Sakuya.” Her laughter is soft—soft and warm like those expensive blankets you buy at the artisan markets. It makes my face heat up.

I can’t help but notice the dress she has on, one worn for comfort and had a wide neckline to expose her collarbones and the white smock she wore underneath. The red dress had gold trimming and a belt curled snug around her waist to maintain her figure.

Her voice caught my attention again, but not enough to keep my eyes from admiring how her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was quite pretty, but it was hard to believe that I was her friend.

I watch as she grabs one of my brown cloaks from the clothing line in front of my home and dons it with ease, as if she had done this many times before. A feeling of familiarity runs through me, but I don’t heed it.

“Sunny.” This unfamiliar name rolls off my tongue like I’ve known her for quite some time already and I bite my tongue to silence myself.

Unfortunately, my mouth opens again. “Did anybody see you—” She threw another cloak at my face to make sure I didn’t utter another word.

“No. Now let’s go to that new tavern we were talking about last week.” Sunny changes the topic and helps me to my feet, pulling the cloak over my own head so that we can head off. I stumble around a little for my legs to regain their feeling, but I’m suddenly dragged away from the front of my home by the aristocrat before I can do anything else.

The travel to the tavern was a blur, Sunny dragging me through shortcuts I’ve never seen before and pushing us into cramped hiding spots when someone she found suspicious would pass us by made it difficult to remember the path we took.

I didn’t understand why she was making it so hard for us to reach our destination and when I asked, she chose to ignore me. She still sent a glare my way though, so I could only guess that her answer was ‘stop talking’.

Her bright disposition was gone, the smile she wore when we stood in front of my home now replaced with a cautious frown.

Not knowing what’s going on makes my body run cold and I want to ask questions, but I know there is no point. There’s no point when it feels like the clock is ticking and the sound of our feet pounding against the ground makes my heart race as if we were being chased by something.

The taste of the dust we kick up is bitter and dry in my mouth as someone calls for us, and just like earlier, Sunny drags me through an endless maze that I can’t seem to recognize.

We weaved through brown mud huts and town homes to lose whoever was tailing us, my calloused hand gripping onto her soft one to make sure we didn’t end up parting ways.

“Don’t let them get to me, Sakuya.” She breathes into the wind as we round a corner, and just as I part my lips to promise her I won’t, a startled scream bursts out of Sunny when a pair of rugged, grimy faced men met us halfway.

Before I can even blink, her hand is already ripped from mine as they take hold of her and snatch her away from me with ease, Sunny thrashing in their bulky hands as another pair of men come up from behind me and restrain me from chasing after them.

“I am INNOCENT.” She wails into the dirty air and kicks her feet for one last fight as they walk further and further away from me.

“Where are you taking her?!” I shout from the top of my lungs as their rough housing with Sunny tears at her cloak and I writhe in the grip of the men who grunted and pulled at me. Someone grabs my hair to keep me from struggling too much and I gasp, watching with panic flowing through my veins as the men disappear with Sunny.

“A young duchess by the name of Izumi Tachibana escaped her manor today.” A voice utters darkly by my ear and it causes me to still. “The calendar marks that her hanging is scheduled on the fourth of April.”

I shake my head. “But her name is Sunny—”

“Her name is Izumi Tachibana.” They cut me off. “And her hanging is today.”

My breathing grows heavy at this revelation and it makes me grow lightheaded. Fortunately, I lose consciousness before the men behind me could make it happen with their fists, and I am dropped to the ground.

I blink my eyes open at the sound of a wooden cart strolling past my window. My mind is hazy as I fumble around for my calendar and get up with a groan, my head pulsing as if I had hit it while I was sleeping.

I squint at the flimsy parchment while heading outside to wash my face at the basin, frowning at the way the number four was urgently circled with red ink.

I was just about to make a comment to myself about this when a woman approached me with a smile, her practiced hands yanking a cloak from my clothesline and donning it before I can identify her.

There’s joy in her eyes from what I can tell when she faces me again, but that happy expression falls when she sees the mini calendar in my hand, the four circled.

Her smile is gone, and she crouches down beside me. This feeling of familiarity running through my body is impossible to ignore as she stares with a hopeless look in her eyes and she reaches out to affectionately pet my mop of red hair.

“You remember this time?” Her eyes go back to the calendar in my fingers and she lets her hand fall to trace patterns into the dust below us.

And really, after yesterday, or well, today...whatever you wanted to call it; I don’t think I’d be able to forget any time soon. I nod at her question and take the other cloak that she held out for me, slipping it on with haste as she went back to stand.

I follow her when she takes a different route this time, continuing to be kept in the dark of what our plans were going to be this time around. I can still hear the echo of her shrill voice ringing in my ears, and I take a deep breath to calm my shaking heart.

Her face is full of determination this time around as we head towards the village dock where many wooden boats line the shore, the fearful expression I remember from yesterday now gone.

It was like she was telling me that she was tired of dying over and over again with no way out, and to be frank, I was getting tired of fainting.

“You always forget every other day.” She muses, pulling me along the shoreline with a pouch full of gold coins rustling in her palm. “I won’t let that happen this time.”

It sounded like a promise was being made to herself and I send her a curious side-eye. She notices and laughs; acting as if we weren’t actively trying to run away right now. We walk down the shoreline a little while longer until she finds a boat she likes and kindly waves one of the boatmen over.

She pays him in silence, overcompensating him with a few more gold coins than needed.

“I’m going to do my darndest to stay alive until we find a way to change my fate.” Izumi is calm unlike yesterday and it eases the anxious tremble in my blood, but not by much.

I bite my lips anxiously and think back to how we were chased around the village yesterday, but Izumi’s voice brushes my worries away and replaces it with something akin to resolve.

After all, her death is caused by the disappearance of somebody else.

“So, we better find my cowardly father who started this all.”

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therexjohn-blog · 4 years

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your-captain-here · 7 years

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Tides of Memories Gone By

The barber tittered at the long blonde strands, running them through her fingers before dampening them in a basin of water. “It’s a real shame you’re cutting all of this off. I know a few girls who’d go real violent to get a head of hair like this.” Flynn could only fidget in the seat, mumbling a non-committed response while he stared himself in the mirror. With that the barber started snipping and Flynn shut his eyes.

That was how the morning started, and like he always said, an uncomfortable morning meant a uncomfortable day. It felt the part, even though the waves broke gently on the hull of his ship as they sailed towards a near destination. “Cap’n.” Announced the first mate, a stout grey haired human with hair coming out of every place imaginable. “We’ll be arrivin’ shortly. Are you sure you’re wantin’ to go ashore alone? They don’t exactly like our kind here.” With a big ol’ sigh Flynn pushed away from the rail, mind in every other place than the one it needed to be. “They never like our kind. That’s the way it goes with us outlaws. They’ve got masts up their arses and the light ain’t seen them in who knows how long…but it’s that time of year and I gotta go.” Fredricks fussed on the matter before relenting, passing the orders along to prepare for a docking.

And so he found himself on a dinghy, one of the crew rowing him towards the island. ‘New Kul’ as he referred to it was a sort of retreat for folk who missed the Kul’tiras that was, mostly old admirals and lost navymen. Of course, it didn’t stop any of them from having resentment for someone who chose a less glorified path. Somehow despite all of their losses they still liked to pretend they were all Admirals of fleets and that their names meant something. The ‘fleet’ was a paltry one frigate and a few galleys, but there was barely any space or good shoring to actually shore them. Instead they loomed out on the horizon, only allowing them passage after a few changes of the flag marked Flynn as someone with business on the Island. The shore neared and the Captain looked to the burly Draenei rowing them along. “I’ll be back in two hours. Nothing’ll happen. They hate my guts, but not enough to risk having their little slice of paradise getting’ shot at.” The blue horned creature grunted out something in an accent quite too thick for Flynn to get a handle on, but it sounded close enough to an acknowledgement and that’s all he ever needed.

The water lapped at his knees when he slipped out of the dinghy, warm on a summer day. Step by step he made it to the sand, a few sailors giving him looks of discomfort and general disgust. They didn’t matter, never would, but part of his pride always hated dirty looks like that. When folk started having contempt for other folk for no real good reason than ‘taste’. Fingers brushed through his shortened strands, not used to having any brushing his face because he could normally tie it up. Boots trudged along until he was on the Southmost shore.

She was where he expected her to be. Where she always had been for the past three years.

Where once there was a bounty of golden hair had given away to ash, the remaining blonde bleached by years spent under the sun. Skin near tough as leather and just as tan. She spent every day wandering the shore, picking up shells and lost treasures that’d wash up. Sometimes he’d just take a trip to watch her, see how long she’d go at it, or if something ever did change. Rarely did anything happen, but she’d cry or laugh or scream and he thought that maybe it was a memory that she was trying to hold onto coming back for just a moment. It hurt every time and talking to her would hurt even more. He spent the better part of ten minutes beating on a tree, muffling some cries of discomfort and hurt. It had been too long since the last time and the guilt was starting to build on him. With a deep breath he composed himself, wiping his face clean with a handkerchief. Quietly he waded out to meet her. “You find anything special today, Miss?”

Always did the woman look lost. With a fretful startle she looked up to him, brows furrowing for just a moment, something behind her eyes trying to grasp desperately. It was gone as quick as it came. “Oh…I’m afraid not, just a few shells. Mayhaps I’ll make them into a bracelet. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to…?” Flynn looked down at the net she held in between thin digits, like wrinkled spider legs. “I’m yo-…I’m Captain Flynn, just here on business, Miss. Do you need help with that?” Ever so gently he plucked up the net from her fingers, taking a peek inside. There wasn’t enough shells for a bracelet, not that she’d ever get around to making it. Come morning she’d forget about it. The woman stared at him, working her jaw back and forth before sighing rather fretfully. “Ah, thank you Captain. You’re a sweet boy, and so young for your station. You remind me of my son. He had a look like yours, I think.” Flynn gave her a pained look, fidgeting with the net and inclining his head. “I get that a lot. Have the stereotypical sailor look, yea? Blonde Captains are a dime a dozen.” That got a laugh out of her, whispery quiet and sad in origin. “Well, that may be…but I’m sure plenty a young lady loves it anyway.” There he couldn’t help but smile, bending down to scoop up a shell. “This one looks nice. A real piece of desk decoration. It’d look lovely in your hair, Miss.” He did his best to fit it in, but instead it just plopped on the sand. The woman peered some at his face, reaching up to gently cup it. “You…remind me so much of someone. I wish I could put my finger on it.”

As always the Captain hated this part. The delicate line between humoring her and hurting them both, or breaking his heart. As selfish as he was, he could never be greedy around her. Never could he take from her. “Just a sailor, Miss. Just a man trying to help a handsome woman.” That got a pout and a sigh from her. “Well, I need a few more shells, so this Lady would happily accept your help.” The hour went by too quick for his taste, two forlorn figures wandering the shore and picking it for relics. Eventually it had to end like it always did. Standing up from the net he offered a sad smile. “I’m afraid this is where we part, Miss. I do have some business on the island, with Admiral Walters.” That got a faint wisp of recognition, the woman fluttering her fingers around her net and hugging it close. “Ah, my husband. Do tell him to take better care of himself. The man is always indoors these days. It’s terribly poor for his health.” The Captain smiled and sketched a bow for her, digging into his pouch and producing a little brown bag. “I have some fudge. I don’t have a terrible sweet tooth, so it’d make me happy if you took it.” The Lady took it and stared blankly. “Fudge…yes, fudge’s my favorite. It’s funny that you have it. My son Han would always sneak boxes into my room.” A smile reached her eyes, just this once, and she looked up. The warmth left her face and she offered a startled breath. “Oh, I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t see you there. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to…?”

Sometime later he made it to the manor, one of the few buildings on the island. It housed all of the persons of interest and repute. It was a surprise that the place hadn’t burned down with so much ego in one building, but he supposed if there was one thing a bunch of Admirals and Captains could agree on, it was preserving the one place worth sleeping in. The man at the door, some bored, squat sailor recognized him on his climb. “Ah, the prodigal son returns, come to give your father and outlaw to arres-“ Flynn shoulder checked him, pressing a forearm to his windpipe and shoving a stern finger in front of his face. “Not. Another. Word.” Flynn hissed to him, shoving the man off the steps to stumble in the dirt with a curse. He didn’t waste a second look, strolling in to where his boots click-clacked against the marble floor. A piece of Kul’tiras that should’ve sank with the island.

The Admiral’s study sat tucked in the northeast most corner. The door pushed open with a creak and the smell of stale vomit and rum met his nose. That was always a bad sign, rum meant he couldn’t afford the whiskey these days. “Admiral Walters.” He inquired, and a voice croaked from behind a cushiony chair facing the fireplace. Flynn went wide around to poor the man a thimble of rum. The hair of the dog that bit you, so they said, but this reality was just an alcoholic’s kick. A hand feebly reached out for it, bringing it to a pair of dry lips that eagerly sucked it down until the man was coughing from the burn. Admiral Walters still cut a strong figure, ash hair cut short and combed back, broad shoulders still possessing strength. And two blue eyes stared cold at him. “Han.” He grumbled, setting the thimble down and giving the low-burning fireplace a glare. “Come to torture your mother, I suppose. Did you do the ‘I’m your son bit’ this time?” Flynn flinched, turning to pour himself a swallow of rum. “I didn’t think it…right to do that. Not this year. She seemed too frail today.” A cackling laugh broke off the walls and the Admiral sat up in his seat. “How terribly noble. I suppose when you’re not stealing from people and smuggling your way into lawful cities you find a piece of where you came from.” The Captain squinted into his glass, deciding he needed another swallow to help smooth the conversation along. “This rum’s shit, dad. Stick to whiskey. At least you know a little about it.”

Admiral Walters scoffed at that. “Well, I have a bottle stashed away for when the sea decides to claim this island too, don’t you worry. I’ll die drunk on something worthwhile.” There was a begrudging silence before Han pushed off the counter to bring the bottle to his father. “I met a woman. Don’t call her a whore, just warning you ahead of time.” That earned him a glare of disdain before he took the bottle, taking a swig straight from the neck. “Yes, well, I’m sure she must be a woman of taste then, spending her time with a man of such good standings.” They both collectively rolled their eyes, Han snatching the bottle to have his own swig to the quiet complaint of Walters. “She treats me right, and just a little bit she reminds me of mom, so behave. I have a present for you.” Digging into his vest he produced a slip of paper, settling it on the stand by the Admiral’s chair. Walters flipped on a pair of glasses to give the paper a looksee. “A bank note..this is…where..” Flynn waved a hand, looking out the window to where the morning was turning near into the afternoon. “It’s enough to fund your drinking here. Enough to keep her cared for, even if you spend like an ass. Have someone you trust exchange it, not the tool at the door. He’s like to run off with it.” There was another silence between the two before Han turned on a heel. “Been a pleasure as always, dad. Try to eat sometime. Take care of mom.” At the door his father made a sound, clearing his throat. “She…she doesn’t have much time Han. They brought a Doctor by. She’s sick. Has maybe a few more months before she’s gone. Try to be around when she goes, she’d like to have you there.” The Captain waited at the threshold, staring out into the lobby with a sniff. “We all die alone, dad. Always been that way. I’ll be there.”

The voyage home was spent in his cabin, fussing over a photograph he had slipped under the bed mattress. A proud, well-dressed man and his wife stood over a cheery young man straight out of school. It reminded him that he hated the sea. It took too much and gave nothing

#Flynn #Me write gud

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your-atozhome · 6 years

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shopods · 7 years

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hiwehome · 5 years

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hiwehome · 5 years

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hiwehome · 5 years

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hiwehome · 5 years

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tapronlimited · 3 years

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The Importance of Having a Properly Fitted Basin Waste

Though basin wastes and sink wastes are important, they are often ignored and overlooked while remodelling a bathroom. In this blog, we give you tips and techniques about the different types of basin wastes, including the classic plug and chain design, flip tops, and flip tops with pop-ups.

Sink wastes help drain water safely from the sink irrespective of the way the sink has been designed. A basin waste is also convenient when it comes to plugging the pipes in your sink and allowing the water to fill in.

What is an overflow?

The basin overflow helps drain the water when the sink is full, preventing your bathroom from being flooded in case the tap has not been closed. Not all sinks are equipped with an overflow, so it is crucial that you pick an overflow that is practical and of good quality.

Should You Go For A Slotted Or An Unslotted Basin Waste?

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If your sink is not equipped with an overflow, then you would require an unslotted basin waste, and if your sink has an overflow, a slotted basin waste is ideal. Most bathroom basins have an overflow while kitchen sinks and other basins do not. Choosing the right type of basin waste becomes essential because having the wrong one can cause irreparable damage to your sink. There can also be serious flooding which can be a fuss when your basin waste does not function as it is expected to.

How to Fit a Basin Waste?

Check your basin waste as soon as it comes. It is better to know if it is damaged or faulty before you start fixing it.

Tools Needed for Installation:

Adjustable large spanner

Bucket

Cloth for cleaning

Large grip size

Plumber’s Putty

The PTFE Tape

The Sealant Gun

Steps to Fix:

At the outset, locate the waste body. For a good seal, it should be on a bed of the silicone sealant in the hole of the hand basin.

The waste body overflow slot should face the integral basin overflow slot.

Once you place the washer underneath the basin, apply the silicone sealant to both faces and the screw mounting nut. Avoid over-tightening to prevent the ceramic basins from cracking.

Let the silicone dry for a reasonably good time.

Types of Basin Waste:

Click Clack

Free Flow

Flip Top

Pop-Up

Plug and Chain

Click Clack:

Click clack basin waste, slotted [XY709CCSL]

This is the most popular style when it comes to basin wastes. Clicker, push button and sprung plug wastes have contactless collection options. This means that you can open and close the Click-Clack waste by pushing down the stopper.

Free Flow:

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The basin pipe remains wide open when it is a free flow basin . This basin has the best waste system because of its automatic drainage functions.

Flip Top:

Flip Top Basin Waste, Slotted [709FS]

This disc-shaped drain can be easily rotated and flipped, which makes sealing or revealing the drain completely easy. These basin wastes are pretty stylish and look good in any contemporary and minimalist bathroom.

Pop-Up:

Bath Pop-up Waste [809AEX]

In pop-up basins, the waste is collected using a waste lever. They can be raised and lowered using the stopper.

Plug and Chain:

Brass Basin Waste with Plug and Chain [709]

This is the most common one you get to see in the bathrooms, and it does not need any explanations at all. It is easy to use and has dominated many bathroom areas for years and continues to do so.

Installing basin wastes is not as complicated as it sounds. It comes with a relatively easy installation manual where you just need to keep a bucket on the ground when removing existing waste so that nothing gets spilled.

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